Cusp

18-3-15

The old in the arms of the new.
A thin crack (between night and dawn)
http://outsideperennial.blogspot.co.uk/p/perennial.html

Is it about borders?

A Spring?

Place where water, oil etc. wells up from underground rocks.
Flow of water etc. rising from the ground.
Source
Fount
Spurt
Down rush
Outflow
Egression
Emerging
Issue
Effusion
Emission
Out pouring
Leak
Squirt.

 

 House and water works

 



 

House and top pool

 

 

Caravan that Elizabeth Taylor once used as a changing room, (elsewhere).

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The Wendy House. Circa 1982

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Top pool, under a drive

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Exit toward a marshier place

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Out flow using ridge tiles. There used to be a well in the middle of the forecourt, but everything got widened.

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The old well in question

 

Font with Aydin's art club figure & curious stone

 

More historical stuff:

http://martinhumphriestreehouse.blogspot.co.uk/p/hill.html

 

 

 

 

The Great Wall of Ludchurch

A horizontal fence, now that the forestry has been cut down, they are many more people walking on it and able to peer down on us.
The fence is mainly boughs of overhanging trees, laid flat then filled with twigs, leaves, rubble and branches. I am hoping it will break down a bit then last an exceedingly long time.

Why are there more people on the forestry now it is all cut down and covered with stumps. Exciting for sure, but not particularly aesthetically pleasing.

 

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Google view whilst the forestry was still there a couple of years ago. The drive veers off the lane and carries on as footpath around the top of the property which in turn carries on in a kind of "A shape" down to the lane.

 

 

 

Opening for a gate for small woodland creatures (big chimp size)

 

 

 

The uprights aren't holding it up - more holding it in place whilst, hopefully the boughs knit together and solidify.

 

 

 

What can happen when you use Leylandi as a hedge / windbreak for a green house.

 

 

Start of an initial short back and sides.

I'm thinking of keeping the trunks with knobbles up the sides which you could climb up with possibly artefacts stuck on the top.

Could you call that folk art?

Cottage

 

Only just turning homely.

 

The dining room, actually, love the heavy two tone door. And my uncle Alan's fireplace.

 

That old pub furniture went up like an inferno. Talk about health and safety, (in a pub as well)

The painting is "Incident at sea" produced initially because as soon as I saw the empty frame, I thought "it needs a galleon in there"




 

At last - room for guests.

 

Easel £19.99 from Aldis. I could theoretically take it everywhere with me. Its just like a little briefcase and comes with a box of acrylic paints and a plastic palette and a set of artists brushes. (for beginners and upwards)

 

South facing light Alan.

Shipping used to be Shipon which means cowshed.

 

My fathers monumental tree burning fire place.

There set of baby proof shelves I made before Aydin was born.

And the painting is "Train time baby" involving the haunting melody of the Late Jack Bruce.

 

And my mothers knit work on the back of the chair.

In Slate

 

SLATE REPORT

 

The story of the slates.

Many years ago, my folks were offered fairly serious money for some really old tiles on a really old cottage. They turned it down - wanting to preserve some sort of ideal.
I always felt- "sod that" - we could use that money to competently re-roof it with good composite tiles.

 

 

So the years past
and came a point where the whole of the roof had to be fixed ~ There were no other alternatives.

 



 

So -

It was basically a family affair & we painstakingly stripped the roof. The slates were pretty weak, crumbly & probably not worth anything at all - useful for hobby enthusiasts maybe.
Ho Ho.

I piled them up in little stacks.
They can be used again, if you construct little lead washers to fit over the frayed holes. In order to build small "hobby" roo(ve)s

 
I suppose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I mean,

When you haven't got video, wi fi, phone or car - What can you do?



For me,

Its an age old problem of when I try to improve on an idea - make it bigger and better - I can lose the initial spirit of it.
When I take a sketch and upgrade it with etching to glass or metal, the actual "nowness" of the process gives it a newer life, more vibrancy.
Scratching onto slate doesn't do too badly
 

 

I found
a three inch screw and sheaved it in a duck tape holster.
Day by day, I couldn't live without duck tape.

 

 

Not especially this one, but  some of the slates were better represented and more readable when inverted and adjusted on a computer. (Digitally Yours)

 

 

 

 I found that on occasion the image would actually be progressing when digitally manipulated. Well fair enough - who am I to argue with progress?

 

Mammox

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 PANGENTAL

  

 

One specific train of thought started during a conversation with my brother Tim who considered some of the images to be "otherworldly"

Which prompted me to get the dictionary out:

Mystical

Supernatural

Unearthly

Weird

Impractical

 

Out of this world

Marvelous

Miraculous

Superb

 

Of this world

Temporal

Terrestrial

Lay

Material

Mortal



 

I started to think that a lot of the beings that I seemed to be giving life to where a bit hybrid, griffin like - more heraldic than mythological.

Maybe spirits in their own right rather than sentient beings that had any interest in our existence whatsoever.

 

 

On the "weathered" side of the slate

 

 

I suppose that I do believe other life forms exist, but they don't have anything to do with whether we are good or bad or what may or may not happen to us when we die.

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Poltroon

 

 

Hedge Man

 

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Anyway, Ive started looking for names of sprites and after conversation and wine came up with "Hob" who seems to be a localised house spirit.

 

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Then I wonder, what is the Gremlin like thing that clings to some poor blokes back and simply wont let go?

A bit like that cold advert with a mucus monster.

 

 

I make a bird - start at it's beak - go down to its feet.

 

 

 

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Life in a conch shell

 

 

 

 

 

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The prayer flags fluttered in the stiff breeze.

 

 

 

Pangental

This post is in memory of Grandma Macleod who showed me a different nature to doodling.
"Wanderings of the spirit" as she called it.